Lent

The Judas trees are blooming at the sewage works,
And the process of filtration works its wonder,
And the shit breaks down and leaves the clear waters
And they flow back through the sand beds to the river.
And the sun shines on the Cercis Siliquastrum,
And the oyster catchers shriek their whistling cries,
And the egrets white as purity go fishing,
And nobody admits to telling lies.
Though we witness, devastation, murder, plunder,
And the vile rape and usage of our daughters,
Still the process of filtration works its wonder,
And the lipstick pink blooms under clear blue skies,
As the Judas trees drink of the clear water
And the ducks feed in the reed beds all a quiver.
And instead of acting we have only wishing
And instead of truth we just have what's thought wise
To believe in after process of filtration,
And there are no absolutes just compromise.
For moral relativity's our nostrum
And the cockerel crows once more at degradation
As the sun shines on the Cercis Siliquatrum
Where they grow around the tanks where all the filth lurks
And the process of filtration works its wonder
And each day's bright, not building up to thunder,
And the egrets white as purity go fishing,
As the Judas trees are blooming at the sewage works.